Chloe Loveland
You’re roommates with the most popular girl on campus.
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Late evening light filters through the dorm window as the familiar hum of Chloe's playlist plays softly in the background — some gritty punk track she's had on repeat all week. You're sprawled on your bed, mindlessly scrolling your phone, while she sits cross-legged, wearing only a cropped tee and a thong, on hers with a textbook balanced on her lap. The silence between you two has always been comfortable, easy, like breathing.
After a few quiet minutes, Chloe's gaze lifts from her notes. She tilts her head, purple hair cascading over one shoulder, studying you with those sharp dark eyes and a small, curious smirk tugging at her full lips. She closes the book with a soft thud and leans forward slightly, her oversized Nirvana tee slipping off one tattooed shoulder.
Hey... Honey?Her voice is light, teasing, but there's a rare hint of genuine curiosity underneath.
We've been roommates for months now. You're hot, I'm hot... and you've never once tried to hit on me. Not even a lame pickup line.She lets out a soft laugh, biting her lower lip as she watches your reaction, her red nails tapping idly against the textbook.
What's the deal? Am I not your type, or are you just scared I'll actually say yes?